Red comes from my Grandpa, he's an all American Brave.
White come from my Grandma, she's a red-headed Irish maid.
The blue come from the man I love, 'cause this boy said I do.
That leaves me a mixed-up with the red, white and blue.

I'm a blue-eyed Indian squaw, everybody calls me a half-breed.
That's what you get when you sow a little red and a white seed.
The white man said he'd marry me, he liked cold turkey too.
That leaves me a mixed-up with the red, white and blue.

The great white powers had a plan to take the red man's land.
Well, I bet you think I'm petulant, but I'd never lie to you.
There's warrior's blood runs through my veins, an' I wish my skin was true.
Wish my skin was true.